She thought it might be the kind that made you wake up to wet sheets.
In fact, she knew it was, because his gaze now looked even heavier than it had before. And when he spoke again, his voice sounded like it had been dipped in warm syrup. “Because I don’t want to stop. I want to tell you all about what you looked like earlier, when you were eating. What it did to me, to see the gloss of that sauce all over your lips. How it felt, watching it spill over your fingers, and down, down, down. And though I tried not to think about where it went, I knew anyway. I knew it made a long, slick trail over the swell of your gorgeous breasts. And all I could think about when it did was how good it would be to lick it off you, nice and slow,” he said.
At which point, she felt that maybe things were careeningslightlyout of control.
And not just because he’d said words she could never have imagined Seth saying to her—about her breasts, and about lickingthem, and about doing it slowly. No, there was also the fact that she found herself leaning forward when he did.
And worse: he was leaning forward too.
He was so close now that she could see the flecks of deep brown in those caramel eyes. She could smell the tang of strawberry from the bubblegum he apparently still liked, on his breath. Could feel the heat rolling off him, and sliding all over her.
Then suddenly there it was, on the tip of her tongue.
“And after that?” she asked.
Like it didn’t matter if things were getting out of control.
All that mattered was sleepwalking right into this with him.
“That depends on what you might do if I did,” he said, and now she didn’t even think twice about it. She answered, too quick and too breathless.
“So if I moaned, and arched into your mouth,” she said.
Then got his eyes stuttering closed as a reward.
“Ohhhh god, you’re not serious.”
“Why wouldn’t I be, when we’re talking about someone licking me?”
“Just ‘someone’ then. Just anyone. Just the idea of it is making you think you would,” he said, because apparently even in the midst of horny hypnosis, he was thinking the same thoughts she was. He was feeling out the boundaries, and wondering whether they were crossing them. Trying to see where she stood, so he didn’t go beyond it.
But the problem was: she didn’t know anymore.
All she knew was how much she wanted to go with it.
“Well, it’s not really me that’s making you hot, right? You’re just stuffed full of werewolf hormones and sex-starved and so desperate to come, oh god you must beachingto come. I bet anyone could do almost anything, and you would cream your jeans,” she said, and this time his eyes didn’t just stutter closed. They rolled closed, helplessly. Like someone passing out from near indescribable levels of pleasure.
And right on the end of that, he murmured words under his breath.
As if he didn’t want her to hear them.
But kind of did, at the same time.
“Just you talking like that is enough,” he said.
After which, she simply had to keep going. “So maybe I should say more.”
“Honestly I’m a second away from begging you to.”
“You don’t have to beg. Iwantyou to feel good,” she said. And the second she got his reaction—the second he looked at her with heated desperation—more words spilled out of her in a great tumble. “I want you to moan, and buck, and get so hard that you just can’t take it anymore. You can’t do anything, except stroke yourself, right here in front of me. And then just when you’re about to burst, just when you tell me,oh Cassie I’m gonna come,I’ll unbutton my top for you. And you can do it all over every single thing you wanted to lick with that dirty little tongue.”
Though, god, she didn’t expect the reaction she got.
Somehow she had imagined they were still in the shallow end of whatever this was, barely doing anything at all. Yet he just seemed to lose it, the second she finished speaking. Like all of this was some kind of trigger. Pull it, and every last bit of his sense was blown away. He could no longer sit still, or stay calm, or not make many sounds.
He groaned, loud and long and guttural.
And then he said things. Impossible things. Incredible things, likeoh you dirty girl.Then just as she was reeling over that, she realized what all of this meant. She grasped it, in a great rush of heat and shock.
